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It is hard to say father; the thought of you stumbles through me when I see a Gerber baby food jar or a wooden pop crate. Once you came to mind when I saw a Polish flag on TV; that is humorous because the only Pole I know is a pale man at the gym whose left eye is shaped like a rotten pear. Do you still burn your fingers when you fall asleep smoking in a recliner? I hope you still do not trim your fingernails while sitting on the toilet stool; that seems so un-American. Today is your eighty-fourth birthday; I hope wherever you are you do not think of me.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
Harold
It is hard to say father; the thought of you stumbles through me when I see a Gerber baby food jar or a wooden pop crate. Once you came to mind when I saw a Polish flag on TV; that is humorous because the only Pole I know is a pale man at the gym whose left eye is shaped like a rotten pear. Do you still burn your fingers when you fall asleep smoking in a recliner? I hope you still do not trim your fingernails while sitting on the toilet stool; that seems so un-American. Today is your eighty-fourth birthday; I hope wherever you are you do not think of me.
doug-potter
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
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